A Good Meal
The nose can’t snub the soup for a miss
wet lips go with the heat from the pasta
live menu saps a big roar from my niece
cook, bake and mix and here is a lobster
so eat this meal till the pan I will kiss
laid back is the fun to feel like Easter
on the eat, ploy of this meal play and hiss
such food with wine, rich for any mister
a sit with open eyes to set the stage
one chew to the next is this oily rage
till the eat is done, time stay in a cage
ties the mind with a rope and a cane
then lost is the epic work of the brain
as the bag down the body gets the drain.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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